Zhao Lifei was utterly and beyond disappointed by what she saw. Huddling, shaking, and balled up in the corner of the room was an injured Mu Ting, whose entire body looked beyond repair — just like his disturbed brain. She anticipated the injuries on him but did not think he would be damaged to this extent. She wanted to beat a sensible man who can at least register the abuse. What satisfaction would there be in hitting a man who's already in this state?
Yang Ruqin shared the same thoughts. She swiftly turned to Yang Yulong, accusing him with her eyes. "Did you always have to take the fun out of everything?" She smacked his shoulders when he had the audacity to flash her a brazen smile, innocently blinking his eyes.
"What do you mean, my beloved sister?"
"Ew, don't call me that. I will puke on your shoes."
"Hey! These are from the latest season collection of Prada, I will skin you alive if you get them dirty!"
